It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry.

The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

When the image is new, the world is new.

Our house is our corner of the world.

Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.

If I had the authority to pick and choose who gets to know Christ as Savior, that would make me God. Thank the one true God that I am not.

Officer, I know I was going faster than 55MPH, but I wasn't going to be on theroad an hour.

That's a question mark everyone's asking

After President Obama's election, efforts at othering Obama quickly became about smearing his non-partisan allies and ambassadors.

Men often mistake notoriety for fame, and would rather be remarked for their vices and follies than not be noticed at all!

My goodness, you're 60 already, already Time is a thief But still, you're only as old as your tongue And a little bit older than your teeth Have a wonderful birthday

Anyone familiar with the marvels of the Worldwide Web can hardly fail to see that we have entered a new era in communications on a scale perhaps comparable to the invention of the Gutenberg press.

Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon

I started cooking out of middle school depression.